Bang...bang?

the world has gone mad

finally fallen off its swollen axis

i even feel it in my dreams

eternally falling through a black hole

is it a symbol of my life, my heart; my soul?

my dream ain't a dream, i'm awake and it's no fun

the black hole that i'm staring at is the barrell of a gun

lil homie asking for money...of which i have none

feeling confused 'cause we lookin' like we both wanna run

now, this is a daily thing

common as the shining sun

African warriors have become ghetto soldiers

policing their own neighborhoods

blatantly and nonchalantly taking lives over a beef, a color, a corner; none of which they own

something that was once for the community is now out of control

and you can't blame "the man" anymore

you can only blame the government but so much

they're doing their job, we're just putting Death to a rush

cold hands made hot to the touch

when that tone go off, hand to heart you gonna clutch

beautiful black babies become breathless bodies bucked bloody by bullets

but boys become brave

blazing by blasts

outlasting the pain; outdodging the inevitable

girls sexing every tom, mookie and harry

sometimes ray-ray, pookie and larry

"you gotta bite the bullet if you wanna get in"

she got nowhere to go, so pookie gettin' it in

then harry, larry; ray-ray and tom

stripping you of your pride and womanhood just so you can belong...

...what's wrong?

Kings, Queens, Rulers; that's the blood in your veins

yet you shed blood over silly things like your sets' names

celebs gang associated quickly rise to fame

while the average joe with no name trying to maintain

snoop dogg on tv, teach you how to walk it out

but huey p educated you; what's that all about?

black panthers are now bloods and crips

positive to negative

but we can turn things around, regain power; that's how real it is

the essence to fight the power is lost in the cosmos

crabs in a barrell; that's the way our nature goes

powers that be chillin' on vacation, basking in their wealth

"why work? they're doing a great job of killing themselves!"

young men, boys and ladies

even down to the babies

festering from the inside, leaking out

shit is crazy

the fact that a nine year old can load a nine with ease

sheds light on the infestation

mentality of auto immune disease

you see the fear stricken in hearts

can't even sit on your own front porch

elders giving up on us; they stopped passing the historical torch

thinking it's nothing to stand for, so you fall for anything

you've forgotten who you are

but it's never too late to erase the mistake

we've made it this far

drive-bys

to make an example, settle a score

take a second look; your brother's blood on your hand is exactly like yours

you say you're not afraid, you're on your own

defend what's yours; i hear you

...but you've gotta be afraid of something

the answer's clear

look in the mirror.

so i gave lil homie all i had

forced into a cold world prematurely

underneath, he's not really this bad

looked into his eyes, we shared the same expression

hoping i make it out alive

hoping he learns a lesson

i told him "you don't have to do this.."

it's okay

i forgive him

he put his head down

a tear fell...

...and then he pulled the trigger.